Water Vase



Half Empty In Mid August


Your ends have met

With the satisfaction

That leaves one a 

Sigh short of complaint

A comma short of rebuttal


Your flower vase 

wasn’t empty last summer

You are learning

That a lover cannot leave enough

compliments to outlast his absence 


This will be another morning

void of the assurance

That met his watch

by the nightstand

His robe hanging from 

the door of the washroom.